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The deputy who was haranguing on the subject of divorce seemed to be approaching his peroration. His great voice filled the large room with incessant noise, and everybody seemed anxiously waiting for a chance to contradict him. Malipieri was in no danger of being overheard. "If it happens," he said, "that I wish to communicate with you on a matter of importance, how can I reach you best?"

You know it better'n me. What was it you done with your own hands to Louis Borgen, the hoss-rustler, back ten years ago?" A dead voice answered Glendin: "What has set you on the trail of Bard?" "His own wrong doin'." The rancher waved a hand of careless dismissal. "I know you, Glendin," he said. The deputy stirred in his chair, and then cleared his throat.

I address myself to his editor. If the editor will select any part of my volumes, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred pages, wherever he pleases, I am willing to subject them to a formal examination by two experts, to be chosen if Sir Thomas Hardy will kindly undertake it by the Deputy Keeper of the Public Records. They shall go through my references, line for line.

It's ill-luck with a vengeance, the daily defeat of a poor devil of mediocre attainments, who imagined that his position as a deputy would facilitate money-making, and who is drowning himself in it all. And so how can Chaigneux have done otherwise than take money, he who is always hard up for a five-hundred-franc note! I admit that originally he wasn't a dishonest man.

He is the faithful deputy of his Maker, whose obedience is the rule whereby he ruleth. His breast is the ocean, whereinto all the cares of private men empty themselves; which, as he receives without complaint and overflowing, so he sends them forth again by a wise conveyance in the streams of justice.

"Well, Tom, it's a good thing you moved last night," said Bob, as he reined in his reeking horse. "A deputy sheriff and posse of six men had me under arrest all night, thinking I was the Quirk who had charge of Don Lovell's 'Open A' herd. Yes, they came to my camp about midnight, and I admitted that my name was Quirk and that we were holding Lovell's cattle.

She returned and stood before him, and she was quite composed. "I came to tell you," she said, "that when you die, it will be by the hand of my deputy. I tell you because I am determined that your last earthly thought shall be of me." "Cherchez la femme toujours! Why are you doing this?" he asked curiously. "You no longer love me, and your hate should have worn out long since."

Was he the sheriff's deputy at Chester, when that rascally Jew-tailor followed me? Dangerfield Dangerfield Dangerfield no; or could it be that row at Taunton? or the custom-house officer let me see 1751; no, he was a taller man yes, I remember him; it is not he.

As the land-grabber lurched from the impact of that terrific slap, McGraw's left palm straightened him up on the other ear, and he subsided incontinently into a corner. But his natural lust for a fight had now reached high-water mark in Bob McGraw's soul. He whirled, reached that terrible right arm through the window and grasped the deputy by the collar.

I came in civilly on business, supposing, as a citizen, I had a right to that." The deputy ejaculated, "A d d poor citizen," the warden also having followed, and joining freely in the vituperation.